The Emperor Wants To Marry The Doctor - Chapter 2498 - Side Story 2: Let Him Go

When the threat of relegation looms over Mallorca, the team makes a shocking decision: hiring an unproven rookie as their head coach! Everyone doubts him, but the results defy all expectations.He’s José—a man who may look inexperienced but wields a mind capable of foreseeing the future. With unparalleled tactics and bold strategies, José rises to dominate the football world. Turning setbacks into opportunities, he slowly builds his legacy, leading Mallorca to unimaginable heights.In football, there’s God. And just below God... there’s me.I am José!

After two years of marriage, she was forced to divorce.

On the day of the divorce, she remarried quickly and quietly. Without knowing anything, she and a man she had known for less than an hour had registered for marriage.

She looked at the handsome man in front of her. “I think we should get a divorce. This is ridiculous. ”

The man said, “Maybe we're the best ones. Why not try it?”

She had thought it was another absurd marriage, but instead she was filled with happiness. Later on, she found out about this man's identity. He really was no ordinary person! He came back for revenge, with the multinational corporation in his hands. He was swift and decisive, and the crowd was filled with fear and reverence toward him. Originally, he wanted to make use of her, but he had fallen for her.

“I’ve saved up all the good luck of my life just to meet you at the right time, Qiao Wei!”

“The luckiest thing in my life is that I haven't missed you, Huo Dongyang!”

The eldest son of the assassin aristocrat Tuatha Dé.

The skill, experience, knowledge of the previous life, magic, all of which grows his power as an assassin.

Excellent assassins pass through. He was usually admired as the ideal lord, and behind it wielded a blade as an assassin aristocrat.

[COMPLETE] Can a royal Romeo and Juliet find their happy ending?

Ayleth, Princess of Zenithra, is secretly trained in hand-to-hand combat, and collects swear words she doesn't know how to use. During the Festival of Peace, in which every royal son on the continent will be at the castle for a month, she is instructed by her parents to find a husband. Yet, Ayleth has never even been kissed—until the very first ball, when she meets the man in the Lion mask.

Etan is a seasoned warrior, and the Prince of Summitras. He attends the Festival hoping to find a powerful wife who will help him conquer the dark sorcery of their bloodsworn enemies, the Kingdom of Zenithra. But at the very first ball, he discovers the masked woman who captures his heart is the Heir to the evil empire.

Ayleth and Etan face an impossible battle. Will their love survive? Or will their parents' dark dealings keep them apart forever?

[Mature content. No sexual violence.]

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“You…” She stepped back. Then back again, her mouth dropped open. “You… You cannot be…”

“I am,” Etan said, and his hair raked back as he pushed his mask off his handsome face. So handsome her heart raced.

His hair was ebony black, his skin a warm brown that threatened to fade in in the winter months. He stared at her with glittering green eyes, over high cheekbones and a noble nose, his jaw tight and shadowed this late in the day. His chin was high over the pillar of his neck that she’d just touched with its hard lines and steel strength, so different to her own. And his chest... She gasped and covered her eyes. She’d humiliated herself revealing her stupid, childish curiosity.

“No, Ayleth. This changes nothing.”

“How can you say that? It changes everything!” She was horrified to realize she was crying.

“Ayleth, please.” His voice cracked on the plea and she stared at him, shoving her mask up and off, despite how it would pull her hair out of the beautiful twist the maid had managed for her.

His eyes locked on hers and she couldn’t think. She couldn’t breathe.

She had met her One. And he was the son of her bloodsworn enemy.

She stared at him as he stepped forward again, offering both hands, palm up. “Touch me,” he whispered. “Hold my hands. This is real, Ayleth. I don’t know how it happened, but this is real. Please don’t deny it.”

She couldn’t resist. She raised a trembling hand to his cheek, letting her palm catch on the scruff of his jaw. He blew out a breath and put his hand over hers, and that jolt that happened whenever they touched shivered through her again.

“Please, Ayleth.”

“I cannot deny it,” she whispered.